Page 55 of Fall Into Me

“Fane,” I croaked out, knowing it was only a second before my eyes were too misty to see him properly. “Iloveit.”

“Yeah?”

He was so damn oblivious sometimes.

“Are you kidding me?” I laughed, swiping at my eyes, watching as another of those rare and beautiful soul smiles split across his face again. “You’re telling me I get to live with the love of my life for therestof my life?” I spluttered.

“Are you sure it’s not because you just don’t like living with Jelly?”

“That’s definitely why. I’ll never recover from seeing Bernard Evans from that angle.”

“You said his leg washoisted?”

I nodded rapidly, my tears starting to fall, “Hoisted on my headboard.”

He tipped his head back, filling what had just become our first home with one of my favorite sounds in the world—hislaughter. Like a tether to my soul, that sound tugged me right toward him until I was wrapping my arms around him and tucking my head under his chin. The perfect fit.

I hiccuped into his jacket, unabashedly wiping my nose on him before meeting his gaze. “You’re just making all my dreams come true without even trying.”

His smile melted into something small and tender, like he didn’t believe my words but was certainly trying to. “I’m actually trying very hard.”

“You’re doing a super job,” I said, stretching on the tips of my toes, my mouth hovering just an inch from his.

“Thank you.”

He closed the distance between us, molding his mouth against mine. My body sagged at the relief of it, a groan of satisfaction poured out of me at the same time as one rumbled from deep in his chest.

That was all it took—just that one moment—and I needed him.

With one arm around me, Fane picked me up, still pressing me firmly against him and brought his mouth back to mine. I had no idea how he did it, but he managed to carry me across the apartment, close the door,andleave me breathless with the sort of searing kiss that no one in their right mind could ever forget.

Fane kissed me as if it were the last time, and wanted to regret nothing.

The brush of his stubble, the swipe of his tongue, the nip of his teeth on my lower lip. It was an overwhelming amount of sensations for one person to feel all on their own.

“Calista,” Fane rasped, his eyes rolling at the scrape of my nails against his scalp. Sinking my fingers into his hair had become an obsession of mine from the first moment I’d done it. “I need you now,” he ground out, his mouth claiming mine in another all-consuming kiss. One that made me acutely awareof how wet I was, how desperate I was to feel him again, even though I’d had him inside me just hours before.

He walked us over to the kitchen counter and the moment he set me down, my hands dropped straight to his jeans. “I really love these, but they need to come off. Now.”

The small smile of satisfaction on Fane’s face sent another pulse of desire through me that made me almost positive I could have come without him even touching me. I was pushed even closer to the edge when he shrugged off his jacket and reached back to pull off his shirt with one hand.

“Jesus Christ,” I breathed, my hands shaking. The button on his jeans finally gave, and I wasted exactly zero seconds reaching into his black briefs.

Everything about Fane was the perfect mixture of hard and soft. That was also the case for his cock. I watched him, enraptured, when I wrapped my hand around his steely length, so thick that my fingers didn’t touch, and marveled at being the person who got to see him come undone.

I moved my hand in slow, sure strokes, captivated by the way his breathing hitched. The way his fingers flexed from where they were splayed along my rib cage over my dress. A small gasp floated out of my parted lips, and Fane’s violet eyes snapped open, focusing right on me. They took stock of my hooded eyes, my shallow breathing, the way my throat worked on an impossible swallow.

“Tell me, Rose,” he rasped, letting his eyes fall from my face down to my tits, which were full and heavy. My nipples pebbled and were far too sensitive to be scraping against the fabric of my dress. “You’re desperate to feel me fill that tight little cunt of yours, aren’t you?”

I nodded my head probably a little too enthusiastically.

“I want your words, baby. I want to hear you say it.”

“Yes,” I breathed. “I am.”

“If I pull up your dress, will I find your pussy bare, Calista?”

“Y-yes,” I stuttered, trying to keep my focus on his eyes, to keep from being transfixed at the way my hand still glided up and down his cock.

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